Five year ago my sister and I were sitting at her kitchen table. She handed me a newspaper clipping and pointed out an requesting volunteers for a medical survey on sleeplessness.
"Beth Israel is paying $1500 to those candidates completing the 10-day experiment."
"$1500. That's a good wage for two weeks."
I was broke and called the clinic. The receptionist scheduled an interview at noon. My sister taught at a college down the street from Beth Israel and drove me into the Fenway. I walked over to the hospital. I had been born in its Richardson House. This was my first visit since that day.
On the fifth floor I was met by the doctor directing the test.
"Basically you have to stay up 60 hours straight. Someone will be with you. This experiment is to see how far a human can go without sleep."
I agreed to the test, however I failed the physical. My liver readings were redlining from a session of drinking vodka with my brother-in-law. We had been celebrating a Celtics victory.
My younger sister later informed me that 60-hours sleep deprivation could cause lasting mental problems.
"And possibly death."
"I could have used the $1500."
"Enforced sleep keep deprivation can lead to Diabetes, Stroke, high blood pressure, amnesia, skin damage, and number of cardiac problems."
"Okay, so I didn't need the $1500 that bad."
My younger sister gave me a c-note.
Two days later I bussed back to New York with $80 in my pocket.
I read the newspaper on the Fung Wah bus.
The CIA was under investigation for 'enhanced techniques' used by the CIA on the thousands of suspects passing through the off-shore torture camps.
One of them was sleep deprivation.
Vice President Cheney had always insisted that losing a little sleep didn't hurt anyone and neither did standing on their feet for eight hours at a time.
I beg to differ, because later that month I traveled to Russia.
JFK-Moscow-Kiev-Moscow-St. Petersburg-Moscow-JFK in eight days.
Too many flights in to few days.
Normally I crashed for a good 8-10 hours a night.
I barely caught three in Rodina.
My vim was shot, but this was nothing.
The CIA had kept detainees up for weeks on end.
Without any cocaine either.
Give me a little blow and I'll stay up for a week, but my nerves would be very frayed, despite previous Vice President Cheney's protestation that a little torture was a good thing.
I love my sleep.
Plus I'm old-fashioned about my dreams.
Cue up Cindy Crawford, please.
I am Old School.
No comments:
Post a Comment